July 8, 0:30 AM PST We are clearly entering the realm of the tradewinds. The natural path to Hawaii and it's rich seafarer's culture.

The ancient Hawaians were voyaging and navigating thousand of nautical miles in the Pacific ocean while the West was lost in endless gyrations. We are clearly entering the realm of the tradewinds. The natural path to Hawaii and it's rich seafarer's culture. The ancient Hawaians were voyaging and navigating thousand of nautical miles in the Pacific ocean while the West was lost in endless gyrations. As we approach the gateway to Polynesia, we must show respect.

Respectfully asking Kane and his brother Kaneloa to grant us safe passage into the tradewind to Honolulu and the house by the Wailupe Streams. All of our technology and our strength can take us there. But without the supernatural we are nothing. As Ulysses found out painfully.

2 AM Update:
These clouds puff or suck. They all look the same at night. With this overcast sky, there are clouds that play with our minds. Especially as I stand watch alone at night, one hand on the helm, the rest of my senses fully in listening mode. As we are sailing downwind on starboard the clouds that matter are on our right back quarter. Like yesterday, the clouds are tricky. Not that I can change the outcome much.. Speed or becalmed. I noticed that I can start to feel some cold air from the puffers. That makes sense: they suck colder upper atmospheric air and "puff it out in front of them". The suckers seem to do the opposite and becalm a large area around them.

All is well aboard the mighty Pegasus. Challenging sailing conditions. That's what we enjoy.